Sunday
Heh, Jill memorialized our prom crashing.
Nice worm, eh? I got pretty good at this style over time.
Dark green eyes today -- so probably like they usually are now.
Monday
Secret writing:
Pete, Pat, Charles and Jason found a "shitload" of marijuana by the railroad tracks.
I think it turned out to be stinkweed. Or at least not very good. There was sort of this no-man's land between the high school and the Ice House, along the train tracks and Flint Creek, where kids from certain crowds would hang out. The landmark in this area was "the slab," which was a concrete slab big enough for several people to lay down on, right on the edge of the creek. It probably capped an intake point for the nearby water treatment facility, or a storm drain, or something. Chances are the pot was grown, intentionally or not, by some of the kids who frequented the spot.
It appears from Google Maps that a bike path now cuts through the woods where the slab was, probably eliminating it as an elicit hangout.
Angie Wanke was one of the foreign exchange students that year, and she won a sports championship of some kind (I don't remember which, and she isn't listed in the yearbook as being in any individual sports -- just girls' basketball, for which she wouldn't have been singled out). I don't remember BHS doing very many "days" for students in years previous, so to have two in one year (this one and Tania G. Day) was very unusual. And since Angie was an exchange student, most of the school had no idea who she was or why we were celebrating her.
Q101 launched a "retro" '80s music show on this date in 1993. It seemed really weird for a decade to be retro just four years into the next decade.
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